The Master’s Farm

  Letters from America

Sunday 12 November 2017

I had an excellent adventure up to St Albans yesterday.  With the recent rain the valley was quite green. I visited an old friend who keeps some animals up there.  He also runs a small wholesale nursery enterprise which specialises in cactuses and succulents (super popular in the inner city so that is good business).

The young beasts in these photos were my welcoming party when I arrived.  The couple of jerseys who appear in these photos apparently were rescued from a local petting zoo when it closed down, together with more than 40 goats (goats not shown :-)).  The jerseys were, as you might expect with their history, very placid and happy to be petted.

 

We spent a very pleasant afternoon walking about and talking. I managed to forget to take home my gift of a tray of local peaches (my old country friend’s nick name for me is Peaches), but I did not forget to take home the several dozen eggs for me and my Sydney girlfriends which were collected on the farm when we walked about.  So I have a photo here of what the box tray looks like for a dozen such eggs, packed under the excellent label The Master’s Farm.

I’m not really an egg person, but when I got home late Saturday night I had an omelette – first choice, with a soft red wine – first second choice 🙂  It was just a perfect omelette made from fresh eggs laid and collected that day.

Yours in the paddock, MG xx